CHAPTER 8The colonel stiffened in his chair, and under his bulk even those ponderous timbers quaked a little. Once more Donnegan gained an impression of chained activity ready to rise to any emergency. The colonel’s jaw set and the last vestige of the smile left his eyes. Yet it was not anger that showed in its place. Instead, it was rather a hungry searching. He looked keenly into the face and the soul of Donnegan as a searchlight sweeps over waters by night.
“You are a mind reader, Mr. Donnegan.”
“No more of a mind reader than a c******n is.”
“Ah, they are great readers of mind, my friend.”
Donnegan grinned, and at this the colonel frowned.
“A great and mysterious people, sir. I keep evidences of them always about me. Look!”
He swept the shaft of the reading light up and it fell up
